Boomerang-chan is back after a successful Miroku/Sango fic with another! The Female Exterminator was such fun to write, and I love M/S so I soon came up with another.

Summary: Sango is not alive, nor dead, a spirit made to guide souls on to the afterlife. When the spirit Miroku kidnaps her, everything goes haywire and she must eventually decide whether to stay with Miroku, or return to help the restless spirits. M/S of course!

Disclaimer:  What is the point of these? It's not like Rumiko Takahashi would read the fanfics of an insane thirteen year old...who doesn't own Inuyasha.

Prologue

The dark haired girl ran through the dusty streets with a large fire cat demon trailing by her side. She wore black with pink armor, a sash at her waist securing her katana in place, a gargantuan boomerang strapped to her back. She wore the attire of a demon exterminator, and a highly skilled one she was, possibly considered one of the best exterminators in the village.

The shrieks of agony and pain ripped into the night air like knives before her. Sango glimpsed at the chaos broiling. Fire demons attacked every person, weapon wielding men, yelling women, squealing children, and groaning elders. The demons ripped savagely, not caring for the human's pitiless lives.

Sango returned her attention back to where she was going and immediately stopped. A large female demon was blocking her path. She was taller and had a more lithe build than the others. She was flaring with power, her hair billowing as a flame wildly, eyes an eerily sharp emerald. The fire demon cracked her clawed fingers, summoning fireballs in her palms.

"Madame Exterminator, I, Akina, leader of the fire demon's clan, shall bring you to your death."

Akina surged forward with great speed, hurling her flames at her. Sango grunted, lifting up Hiraikotsu to protect herself.

Kirara roared and Sango pounced up to ride on her back. The fire cat demon took off into the air, diving straight towards Akina. Akina brought her hands together, pressing the heels together.

"DIE!"

From her hands burst a constant stream of crackling fire, like a flamethrower.

Sango's eyes widened as the heat surged forward. There was no way she could block it. "Kirara!" she screamed.

Kirara bounded out of the way, but the scalding onslaught only followed, blazing at their heels.

Sango heard Akina yell, her power swelling up to the brink of its extent.

The flame rose higher, widening, flaring up with hunger that wanted to devour everything.

Sango yelled as the searing heat engulfed her. It was so hot, pain so unforgettably horrific. Her body screamed, as if her skin was being peeled off agonizingly slow with a blade. Kirara roared for her master, the flames not bothering her.

Sango felt her body writhing as she continued to yell. She felt the hot liquid of crimson blood splatter out from her ripped skin, spouting out from her mouth in globules. She retched, and vomit churned with the blood before she blacked out.

Sango groaned, feeling her body aching all over. She was lying on her stomach, cheek plastered to what felt like tatami. She got up, rubbing at her eyes and running her fingers through her long hair. Sango took in her surroundings.

She was in a dark room that smelled lightly of tea. She had been placed in a futon, but had tossed overnight so that the upper half of her body was sprawled on the tatami. The room was dim, a few shafts of light shimmering through the battered and old shoji doo that hadn't been attended to over the years.

Sango looked over herself. She remembered...the agony of the flames swallowing her...but her skin was unscarred, but the pale hue had darkened slightly. She felt really light all of a sudden, as if...something was missing...

A shadow flickered across the shoji and Sango looked up. The screen door was slid open slowly and the young demon exterminator narrowed her eyes at the sudden burst of sunlight. A girl was standing in the doorway, she looked around Sango's age, who was sixteen, but looked shorter than most. The girl had tanned skin, dark brown hair tied partially back with a yellow ribbon, the rest falling around her shoulders, and soft hazel eyes. She wore a faded violet yukata that had seen better days.

She sighed. "I had better help you dress properly..." she said in a soft voice. Sango looked at her clothes, finally realizing that she had been clad in a simple white sleeping yukata.

The girl walked past Sango to the closet where she rummaged around until she pulled out a red yukata. "I think this would look good on you..."

Sango blinked. "Who are you?" she asked, then looked down at the blunt question.

The corner of the girl's mouth curled up slightly. She approached Sango with the kimono, and Sango caught a whiff of what smelled like peaches coming from her hair.

"My name is Misua." She replied in the same soft tones. Misua was evidently a quiet girl and Sango said nothing else to her. Sango changed into the kimono, Misua tying her obi to perfection. Misua then led her out, the calm silence still hovering in the air.

They were passing a shallow pond when Sango looked down. Her eyes widened and she stopped, covering her lips with her hand as she gasped.

She had never worn a kimono before, always preoccupied with the occupation of a demon exterminator. She never knew she could look so...refined.

Misua came to her side, touching her arm. "Come, the Master is waiting for us." Sango nodded and followed Misua, wondering who this Master was.

The two girls continued walking until they arrived in front of a shoji that looked much better and less warped than the one from earlier. "Master?" queried Misua.

"Come in," came a deep voice.

Misua entered first, Sango trailing behind her. Misua bowed and motioned for Sango to do so as well which she did awkwardly.

Sango looked at the man before her. He was tall with the same dark hair as Misua, long and flowing that was tied at the base of his neck. He had an air around him demanded respect but was calm and reassuring at the same time. "Sango, daughter of the leader demon exterminator, I believe?"

Sango nodded. "Yes...Sir. Do you request my services?" she asked timidly.

Misau and the unnamed Master looked at her as if she was insane.

"Why would I have need of your services, Lady Sango? You're dead."

Sango's eyes widened in disbelief and her jaw dropped in shock. "N—no way... I—I'm DEAD?!"

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Unfortunately, this is the end of the prologue. I promise to continue, most probably tomorrow. I couldn't help with the cliffhanger. And all you M/S fans, Miroku will come along later.

P.S. Does anyone know how to save this an HTML? I really want to know...

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